Мидлмарч

Chapter 55

           Itwasawarmevening,andeveninthedelightfuldrawing-room,wherethefineoldturfslopedfromtheopenwindowtowardsaliliedpoolandwell-plantedmounds,theheatwasenoughtomakeCeliainherwhitemuslinandlightcurlsreflectwithpityonwhatDodomustfeelinherblackdressandclosecap.Butthiswasnotuntilsomeepisodeswithbabywereover,andhadlefthermindatleisure.Shehadseatedherselfandtakenupafanforsometimebeforeshesaid,inherquietguttural

           "DearDodo,dothrowoffthatcap.Iamsureyourdressmustmakeyoufeelill."

           "Iamsousedtothecapithasbecomeasortofshell,"saidDorothea,smiling."Ifeelratherbareandexposedwhenitisoff."

           "Imustseeyouwithoutit;itmakesusallwarm,"saidCelia,throwingdownherfan,andgoingtoDorothea.Itwasaprettypicturetoseethislittleladyinwhitemuslinunfasteningthewidow’scapfromhermoremajesticsister,andtossingitontoachair.Justasthecoilsandbraidsofdark-brownhairhadbeensetfree,SirJamesenteredtheroom.Helookedatthereleasedhead,andsaid,"Ah!"inatoneofsatisfaction.

           "ItwasIwhodidit,James,"saidCelia."Dodoneednotmakesuchaslaveryofhermourning;sheneednotwearthatcapanymoreamongherfriends."

           "MydearCelia,"saidLadyChettam,"awidowmustwearhermourningatleastayear."

           "Notifshemarriesagainbeforetheendofit,"saidMrs.

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